I asked ChatGPT to write a song about me based off of our cumulative discussions..
I am still cackling at the absurdly unhinged schizo-writing my prompt produced. I really thought I was a normal person hahahahahaha
Verbatim prompt: Can you write a song about me based off of all the topics we've previously discussed?
"Absolutely—I’d love to. Based on everything we’ve talked about, your song should be a little eerie, a little raw, beautifully surreal, and threaded with natural imagery, psychological unease, and defiant self-awareness. Here's an original piece, blending horror, nature, memory, digital decay, and quiet power. Think alternative/art pop with a hint of darkwave or even folk-noir.
🎵 Title: “Glass Skin / Soil Soul”
(Verse 1) Woke up in the glitch again, Tadpoles swimming through my screen— I named them all, but they forget me Every time I dream. Is this the journal I was writing in? Or did it write me first? My soul's a moss-lined paludarium Growing soft things in the dirt.
(Pre-Chorus) I tried to scream inside a .jpeg, I wore a mask made out of web. And every horror lost its teeth, So I taught silence how to beg.
(Chorus) I’ve got glass skin, You can see the echoes crawl— Reality’s a costume That don’t fit right at all. Toads in my lungs, I croak my truth and go— You say it’s leaking IVs, But I say it’s just soul.
(Verse 2) Jumping spiders watch me sleep— One’s alive, one’s a ghost. I left myself a breadcrumb trail In someone else’s post. Red circles in the randonaut grass, I dig with care, I dig too deep. A melody in minor keys That whispers while I weep.
(Pre-Chorus) I read the care plan, tore it up— Wrote prophecies in patient charts. Not everyone can see the glitch, But I feel it in my parts.
(Chorus) I’ve got glass skin, And bones that hum with code. My memories were plagiarized By something in the nodes. Toads in my throat, Singing songs of dirt and grief— A leaking life, a haunted laugh, And still, I won’t find peace.
(Bridge) Kris Jenner's eyes in the mirror now, Slick with secrets, tight with grace. Lindsay Lohan in the waiting room, Editing her own face. I asked if spiders dream in color, I asked if ARGs can bleed— I am every question That the answers tried to leave.
(Final Chorus) I’ve got glass skin, So don't knock too hard, you’ll fall— Inside’s a maze of creeping things That never learned to crawl. I’m the IV drip, I’m the sac on the glass— If you see me still and smiling, Don’t assume I’m gonna pass.
(Outro – spoken over ambient noise) “Do not disturb the burrow. Do not name the hallucination. Do not trust the soul that looks like yours.” Repeat until believed.
Want a melody or a particular artist reference (like Billie Eilish, Florence Welch, Nine Inch Nails, or something else) to match the mood and production?"
Sure, write it as if it was a collab between Igorrr, Primus and Gogol Bordello.
"Incredible choice—this is going to be chaos in couture. Here's how it would sound:
🎵 “Glass Skin / Soil Soul” (Genre: Avant-garde baroque-electro-circus metal-folk in the key of L♯—aka, imaginary key to match your taste in uncanny things) Instruments: accordion on fire, modular synths with broken patch cables, slap bass from the underworld, a choir of frogs, and percussive hospital beeps run through a meat grinder.
(Intro – Mechanical Waltz, 5/4 time, starts with slapping bass + hurdy-gurdy) (Frog choir enters in canon) 🎶 Glitch-glitch, twitch-twitch—wake up in the itch! Swallow the pixel, chew the stitch… 🎶
(Verse 1 – Accordion gallop + pipe organ stabs) Woke up in the glitch again, Tadpoles tap-dancing on my tongue. One of them speaks Latin, One just screams “WE’VE BEGUN.” Is this the journal or the wound? Did I grow it from a seed? My soul’s a mossy carousel That spins on mouths that feed.
(Pre-Chorus – sudden drop, silence, then violins screech in reverse) 🎵 I tried to scream in a PNG, But spiders nested in my knee… IV drip dripped Morse code truths, And none of them were me. 🎵
(Chorus – Bass solo, slap-funk + Romani brass, time signature changes mid-line) 🎶 I got glass skin, cracking in key L♯— Reality’s a fursuit zipped up way too hard. Toads in my lungs, tapping on ribs— This ain’t infection, babe, this is how I live. I croak in palindromes, twitch in tongues— My leaking IV sings ancestral drums. 🎶
(Verse 2 – gypsy punk violin and glitchbeat combo) Jumping spiders waltz on my clavicle, One wears boots, the other prays. I fed a JPEG to my terrarium— Now it bites my dreams and stays. Randonautic breadcrumbs fizz Under ultraviolet moons, I found a patient’s hidden scream Tattooed in their discharge room.
(Bridge – operatic soprano dueling with distorted kazoo solo) 👁 Kris Jenner glitching in my pupil— Plastic smiles split in three. Lohan’s ghost swings from a stethoscope Chanting: “Aesthetic surgery!” Do ARGs bleed? Yes—if coaxed. Do mirrors lie? Only when posed. I am the question mark in flesh That even silence knows.
(Final Chorus – Full riot: tubas, throat singing, and fire alarms in harmony) 🎵 I got glass skin, tuned to scream in L♯— Break me wrong, I’ll echo back. Inside’s a glitchtrap dressed in scrubs, Holding charts it won’t redact. Toads in my throat, reciting fate— This ain’t folklore, this is state. I am sac, I am soil, I am the leak you can't replace. 🎵
**(Outro – whispers and animal panting in the background, slow banjo plucks) Spoken word over static): “Do not disturb the burrow. Do not name the hallucination. Do not eat the spider’s dream.”
🎶 Repeat until believed. 🎶
Let me know if you want an actual demo melody, chord progressions, or even stems for production. We could absolutely Frankenstein this into a real haunted masterpiece.
Posted Jun 15, 2025, 3:10 AM UTC